This week I started on a new and very exciting journey. For the first time in 20 years, I enrolled in a class at a local city college to work on my prerequisites for the nursing program. In all these years, I have been a)sitting on the fence about whether this was the right choice for me; b)filled with fear and the attitude that I could never do it; c)without the proper funding (and a student loan is out of the question!); d)unsure how I would juggle a baby daughter and full-time work; and finally, e)married to a man who didn’t want his wife spending time outside of work anywhere but home (he does have many good qualities, but he can be a bit old-fashioned). Excuses, excuses. Then recently, the stars aligned for me all at the perfect time, and I no longer have a husband holding me back, the baby daughter is a teenager who is a good girl and quite self-sufficient, financial aid and grant rules somehow changed so that I could actually qualify for paid tuition (so I don’t have to be dirt poor and on welfare), my schedule at work changed allowing me to work 12-hour shifts on weekends (read: 4 weekdays of free time to take classes), and most important of all, I have no fear or doubts of any kind. I have been feeling as if I’m spinning my wheels at my current job– don’t get me wrong, I love what I do and where I work, but I am hungry for a challenge, and I want to grow in healthcare. So one day just after I moved into my new apartment, I figured that since I’m already going through somewhat of a life overhaul, why settle for good enough? Moving was the catalyst for a new attitude, outlook, growth and improvement. So I dared myself to reach even higher. I wrote a note to myself and hung it on the wall. It said, “I dare you to go back to school and become an RN”. Quite honestly, as I hung it up, part of me said, “you’ll rip this off the wall and through it away as soon as you wake up and realize what a crazy idea this is. I didn’t. Instead, to my surprise, I felt motivated and excited! The next day I took myself to the college campus and signed up. There was a lot of work involved in filling out forms for financial aid, even standing in line at the IRS on April 15 (of all days!!!) to obtain the necessary information I needed to submit. I jumped through hoops and fought bureaucratic red tape along the way, but I was determined and stayed focused. I must really want this badly. Weeks later as I was eligible to register for the classes I needed, I was wait listed. But then those last few stars lined up, and I was suddenly officially registered in an anatomy class. I literally jumped up and down in my room with excitement, and my poor daughter thought I’d gone off the deep end because she was finishing her 7th grade year, sick and tired of school, ready for summer break, and here I am acting like I’d won the biggest lottery ever because I get to go to school in the summer!
So here I am, at the end of my first week of anatomy class, feeling a tad overwhelmed, ambivalent about the outcome, and just plain brain-fried at the end of each day…..but exhilarated, hopeful and loving every minute of it!
This is an 18-week class crammed into 6 weeks, so I will not have time for creating any scrapbook layouts, mini-albums, or scrapbook class projects for a while. Small price to pay, in my opinion, but no blog entries for the time being. One thing I am committing myself to is keeping up with Project Life. I am still trying to take pictures whenever I can, and quickly printing them out and sticking them into the page protector pockets. I journal in my Day One app on my phone or iPad, and when class is over, I will go back and finish everything. My goal is to continue to keep track of what is going on in our lives, and document my educational process. Next semester: Chemistry 3! I can’t wait! Thanks for stopping by!